A/N: Welcome to another chapter! Here is the next chapter and yes, I am trying to ignore that fact that I didn't update yesterday, Thanks so much to JeanAndBilius, loverhr, ScarletProphecy14, colossus13, fons19, and PercyPig14 for the amazing feedback!

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Warning: A daily dose of Romione fluff, Ron almost getting a "tent", and to no surprise, swearing.

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Chapter 49 ~ Time is Ticking

Ron sat near Hermione, working on his History of Magic homework at night along with Harry, who was busy staring at the fireplace. Hermione had her legs crossed, taking on notes on the book she was reading. Her mane of bushy hair was in a ponytail, a plait of her hair fell in front of her face, making her have to push it behind her ears. Ron couldn't stop looking at here, feeling great love for her, that was until he saw the her wearing the necklace that she got from Seamus. Ron grunted with envy, going back to writing his essay.

"Harry," Ron and Harry's ears perked up to Hermione's voice. "Ron and I came up with an idea. We thought that it would be a great idea if you taught those who are not in favor for Umbridge's teaching methods. We could make a sign in sheet for those who are interested in it. After all, you'd make a great teacher."

Ron didn't know why, but he felt a great surge of jealousy over his best mate. Who was he kidding? Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, is getting a lot of attention from his girlfriend as of right now in front of his eyes. Ron decided to hide his scowl by resuming back to the half written parchment paper.

"I don't really think I'm up for the job," Harry shrugged.

"But Harry, this is a great opportunity. There's a huge possibility that You-Know-Who could strike at any moment," she tried reasoning with him.

"I'll think about it," he responded in a low voice.

Harry picked up his bag and grabbed his homework, walking upstairs to the boys' dormitory to atleast get some sleep tonight. Hermione sighed out, still not giving up to persuade Harry in being an instructor for them. Ron noticed her irritated expression, making him sit even closer to her.

"I'm sure he'll come around," Ron tried to cheer her up.

"In this current state he's in? I'd say never," Hermione huffed, crossing her arms under her cleavage, giving Ron a perfect view of them.

"W-well, you can always try again," Ron tried to take his eyes away from them. What is hell is wrong with you? Think about Snape in a bikini. Think about Snape in a bloody bikin!

"I guess," she shrugged, looking back down at her open book.

Ron took a deep breath, sighing with relief, as he thanked Merlin silently. His eyes averted back to homework, just wanting to night to be over already.

Today was Hermione's birthday and a certain Weasley was already downstairs in his robes, awaiting for his girlfriend to come descend her with her beautiful morning appearance. In his sweaty palms was a wrapped up box that had a blue gradient as the design. He even made a card for her as well.

Suddenly, his ears perked up to the sound of footsteps coming from the girls' dormitory. Coming down that stairs was Hermione herself. She let her hair down, showing off her bushy locks of brown chocolate. Her eyes glistened with happiness at the sight of his boy friend, sitting there with a box in his hands. She ran up to him, giving him a loving hug.

"Happy birthday, Hermione," Ron passed her over the present. "Read the card first."

She followed his instruction and went to opened the sparkling card.

Dear Hermione,

I hope you enjoy this present, love. It took me awhile to get it for you.

Much love from your idiotic boyfriend, Ron

Hermione chuckled at the card, making Ron smile even broader at the harmonic sound. She carefully unwrapped the present and opened the box. Out came a ginger cat with a grumpy expression on it's face. He jumped up to Hermione and she gasped with surprise.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione cried with with excitement. "How did you-"

"I asked your parents," Ron said with a smile. "They finally found him after all those months. I guess they took look enough for him to go even more mental than before."

Crookshanks hissed at him, making Ron growl back.

"Alright you two, calm down," Hermione scolded them both. "Be a good cat and go to my dormitory."

With that, the cat went landing safely on the carpet, giving Ron one last glare at him before going up the stairs to Hermione's dorm. The brunette rolled her eyes very briefly, but went over to hug Ron again, giving him a peck on the checks. Ron blushed furiously at her gift in exchange from his. Ron kissed her on the forehead, making them both stay in the moment for a long time.

As Ron and Hermione went walking down that halls to the Gryffindor Commons, they spotted Draco looking at them with a scowl. Ron glared at him with fuming hatred that spread through him like forest fire.

"Surprise, surprise. Malfoy is a loner," Ron growled at him, feeling Hermione hold onto his wrist.

"No asked for your comment, blood traitor. I s'pose you're enjoying playing fetch with Granger. Have you choked on the fucking stick to shut your mouth up?" he retorted.

"If I did choke on a stick, I wouldn't be talking. Would I?" Ron sneered.

"That's enough Ron," Hermione pleaded with worry. She was scared that they would be seeing red eyes this evening.

As expected, Ron shunned her out completely, making her feel harmed. She tightly grasped on his wrist, still not letting go of him, whether if he liked it or not.

"You're such an arsehole, that you're ignoring your dirty girlfriend," Malfoy smirked evilly.

Ron stormed passed the Slytherin, having Hermione rush to his side. She had a gut feeling that at any moment, his eyes would flash scarlet red before her eyes. Hermione cried calling out his name with little success. She had almost tripped, as he make a sharp turn to the left.

"Ron!" Hermione cried out again.

"Leave me alone," he growled lowly at her.

Their eyes met instantaneously. Her eyes widened at the sight of those frightening red eyes. It sent shivers up her spine at the sight of someone so loving and loyal looking like they were about to tell you at that very moment. The brunette tried to search for those bright crystal with falling hopes.

She knew that it wasn't Ron.

"Calm down," Hermione whispered to him, going over to hug her. "Deep breaths. Deep breaths, remember?."

He looked down at her, realizing what he had just down. How could he have acted out to her girlfriend like that? He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself from harming her any farther.

"I - I'm sorry. I never meant to scare you," he apologized her her in an instant.

"Ron, look at me," their eyes bored into one another. "I'm so proud of you for controlling yourself."

The tips of his ears heated up, as he felt her gripping tightly to him with just passion that it made him feel weak on his knees. Screw Seamus and his stupid necklace! His girlfriend actually cared about him more than that bloody wanker.

They kissed each other on the cheeks, resuming back to heading to the Commons. As they arrived at the circled room, they sat next to each other, glad that the room was empty. They held each other's hands, feeling happy in each other company.

"Hermione, lately it's been getting more difficult to control my primal form," Ron said in a deep voice. "Please try to calm me down like what you did back there, if ever I were lash out like that, yeah? Stay with me…"

"I'd never leave you, Ron. I'll take note of that for sure," she leaned her hand against his broad shoulders.

They gave each other kiss on the lips. Ron's hand roamed to her bushy hair, wanting to feel more of her and her love for her. Hermione started to massage his scalp, making him moan a bit at how she knew exactly how to make him feel special. Before things could do any farther, the more logical part of Hermione's brain pulled back from the kiss.

They both looked at each other, then laughing at each other's stares.

"Harry, I want Ron back," Harry turned around to face Hermione's tear stained face. "Please, help me. Help him!"

"Wh-what happened?" Harry gulped, completely oblivious to the situation at hand.

"He's lost control of himself. He's lost all of his humanity and dignity, Harry. Please, help hi-"

From behind, he saw Ron as a werewolf biting her head off. His eyes glared with scarlet red. He stared at the Boy-Who-Lived with bloodthirsty eyes.

"You never cared about us!" Ron roared at him. "Look at me now!"

Harry started to back away from the bulky figure.

"LOOK AT ME!" he cried out in pain. "LOOK AT US!"

"I didn't mean to ignore you guys! Please, forgive me!"

"How can we forgive someone who has treated us like shit. We hate you."

Harry woke up with a rush. He bolted up from his nightmare, sweating excessively. He looked over to Ron's snoring figure. He alid back down, reflecting on his actions towards Ron and Hermione recently. If he could go back in time, he would want to change how he acted towards to them ever since he got to Grimmauld.

Though, he knew there was a mix of some sort of vision in his dream. Was Ron destined to transform soon?

Harry made sure to tell Hermione tomorrow morning, warning her of Ron's near transformation.

"Harry!" Harry turned around to see Hermione. "Please, we need to form that group. I-"

"Yes. Yes we should," he said, giving her the genuine truth.

"R-really? This is amazing! I'll tell Ron and I'll-"

"Hermione, wait," Hermione stopped talking with excitement to straighten up and listen to him with serious intent. "We need to talk."

A/N: Sorry to say, but this is where the chapter ends here! I hope you enjoyed it and have a great day! :)